Before Ye Tian arrived, he had frightened Yuan Ning away, then shouted the Devil Race army back as well.
The crisis in the Ghost Realm had been resolved so swiftly that everyone was left dumbfounded.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ye, for saving our lives."
Someone had seen Ye Tian before and recognized him at a glance. They hurriedly fell to their knees, grateful to Ye Tian.
The others were moved by this person as well. Across the devastated earth, a black mass of people knelt down.
Ye Tian calmly accepted their bows. After all, when he had once been the Lord of the Heavenly Court, those who knelt before him had been far more numerous than those before him now.
"Where are Tu Bo and the others now?" Ye Tian asked.
"I heard that fellow just now seemed to have dealt them a vicious blow." A cultivator immediately ran out and said so.
"They were dealt a vicious blow?"
Ye Tian spread out his immense divine sense, covering ten thousand li in every direction. He found Tu Bo and the others in an instant, for each of them bore a faint trace of Yuan Ning's aura. That aura might have been imperceptible to others, but in Ye Tian's eyes, it was like a lamp in the darkness, dazzling beyond measure.
"Your father was once my subordinate. Now that he has died in battle, you shall follow me from this day onward. I will teach you cultivation methods, and I hope that one day, you can become a hero no weaker than he was."
Ye Tian said.
Chen Yong Hua merely nodded.
For this young man, his father's death still felt as though it had happened in another lifetime.
"I have never taken a disciple in my life. From this day